They tell me,
Home:
is where my grandfather
was born, when home,
is wherever
I feel whole.


They tell me,
I live where I don’t belong.
When who I am,
is the sum
of what I've seen
and heard, and
felt and learned
from those around me,
and those
now long gone.


They tell me,
My  people will not unite,
will not grow aware,
will not make reform,
when hope,
hope for a better world,
is what I’ve been granted,
by the efforts
witnessed here.
Witnessed at home.


They tell me,
she will sink,
cease to exist.
But Jeddah,
you are everlasting,
deep within our souls.